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On November, 30, 1984, Greyloon was born. We have have been thick as thieves since age 12 or 13. Well, excluding that time I described her in my journal as a “boy crazy-slut.” This was unwarranted as we were both Mormon, homeschooled, and gravely lacking in slutty opportunites. Speaking of opportunities, living together as college [...] 
Can’t tell one Mahler symphony from the next? Help has arrived Six Stages of Owning an Instrument. Truth. Consult the Shakespeare Insult Kit, thou qualling, hell-hated codpiece! Recently, three separate females informed me that another woman disliked them… because they’re just so pretty. I refrained from saying “no, it’s definitely your personality she hates” [...] 
Do you remember the Kingdom Chums?
(Look, you can buy your own! This is not a recommendation!) My siblings and I used to love this cartoon— partly for its tunes and memorable imagery, partly because we weren’t allowed to watch most other movies on Sundays. If you’re dying to [...] 
(While cleaning out my files, I found this snippet of fiction dated January 20, 2008. This one’s for Katie and Chrissy, the minds behind Far Away Literary Magazine.) (Winter Lovers by Zoja Trofimiuk. Image source) Rebobo is decidedly plain. She loves Jonagold, but knows he’s chasing a prettier girl. Rebobo can’t blame him, [...] 
(Quick, name that man! Image source) When I was thirteen or so, my mother went back to school. One day, waiting at the laundromat and lazily leafing through Mom’s textbooks, I read an intriguing essay: Judy Brady’s Why I Want a Wife. Much has changed since its initial publication in 1971. Much remains [...] 
(A sentimental relic from my old blog. This must have been written… in… June of 2007?)
(image source) It has been: Twenty Minutes since something melted my heart Twelve Hours since I spilled my feelings all over an unsuspecting [...] 
If you are familiar with Don Marquis, then you already know Archy (a free verse poet and cockroach) and Mehitabel (the alley cat/ alleged reincarnation of Cleopatra). If you haven’t read these stories, prayerfully consider combing your library— or at least donmarquis.com. Here’s a Marquis favorite from Archy and Mehitabel, 1927: (image source) [...] 
Years ago (summer 2008?), I decided to get my right ear cartilage (“helix”) re-pierced. When I informed my friend Celia, she asked “Would you like me to come and hold your hand?” This struck me as a ridiculous offer. I was a big girl, past twenty. Do sturdy, strapping women need hands to hold?
Clapperboard clock! Image source Last Saturday, one of my dreams came true. Thankfully, not the one about runaway cars. My early-morning staring contest with Facebook was interrupted by a message from Bob Diven. This artist was shooting a short film in a theater downtown and wondered if I’d swing by to pick [...] 
(image via humble brick home) Last Friday, I decided to walk to the store. Balmy weather, high spirits, I got plenty o’ nothin’ and nothin’s plenty for me. Life seemed so ginger peachy, I broke into a cheerful run. Before I’d covered even two blocks, a police car drove past, [...] |
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